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by Uefa Calvin 2 months ago in urban legend
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The story comes from a contributor named Johnny Depp.

I am a girl. In the summer of 2015, I was in junior high school.

It was particularly hot in the dog days of the year, so I went for a ride on the road to haihe in the evening.

The road is full of graves, many village ancestral graves are buried on that road.

But I was never afraid of it, and after the day was over, as usual, I went home to bed.

That night I dreamed of a man I could not make out, a man or a woman.

He took me all around our village, and he made me go with him.

I said, I'm not going anywhere.

He said, that good, you burn some paper for me.

Next thing I know, I gave him a piece of my mind and he ignored me.

I woke up and looked at my phone at exactly two o 'clock. I sat up and cursed for a long time and then lay down to sleep.

The next day, I woke up and joked with my father that someone had asked me to burn paper for him in my dream.

My father laughed and cursed, and I went to school with a bump.

After school, I went home and had dinner and lay down, thinking about how to play truant and go to the Internet cafe, thinking about how to cheat my father and my mother.

Pondering for a long time, also did not figure out why, I was confused to fall asleep.

And then I dreamt about him again.

Now I saw what he looked like. He was an elderly man in his forties, wearing a gray plaid shirt, coffee jeans and a set of keys around his waist.

I said, "What do you want with me?

He said, DIDN't I ask you to burn paper for me?

I said, I owe you, why burn it for you.

And he said, If thou wilt not burn it for me, I will depend upon thee.

I said, WCNM is on me. I can't get you to have a baby.

He just kept staring at me, and then I woke up, and I looked at my phone and it was 2:00.

I lay down and went to sleep, and when I fell asleep, I started sweating, and it was like hot and cold, and my brain was heavy.

The next morning I woke up, and as if nothing had happened, I got up and went to school.

I had a fever this afternoon, but I didn't take it seriously.

I didn't tell my parents when I went back in the evening. After dinner, I went back to my room, read a novel and went to sleep.

This time, sure enough, I dreamed of him again.

He watched me do not speak, and I watched him do not speak, and we stood facing each other in the same position for a long time.

Slowly, I saw his face begin to change, from the skin of normal people to the pale skin of dead people, and slowly there was lividity.

He spoke up and said, "You must burn paper for me, or I will kill you."

With these words his face and body began to change again, from a pale face to a bloody one on the left side.

His left eye was gone and hollow.

His legs were broken, his right arm was broken, and he came towards me with a hideous face.

I was surprised, in the dream while running said, you don't his mother after me, you can't find someone else.

He said, it's bad luck for you to pass that place.

I was so angry that he suddenly stopped and said that he couldn't find his home. He had a daughter at home. The reason he asked me for money was that some kid asked him for money and he couldn't go home until he got the money.

My feelings in the dream were very complicated, including shock, disbelief and a little heartache.

I asked him, how did you die?

He said he didn't remember. All he knew was that someone burned paper for him so he could go home.

He asked me to burn paper for him at the crossroads of XX in our village.

Then I woke up.

At that time, I was shocked, I looked at my phone it was two o 'clock sharp.

Put my phone down and I lay down, wondering if I should burn paper for him.

I spent the whole night thinking about it. I woke up feeling low in the morning. My father thought I had been reading novels all night again and gave me a piece of my mind.

At noon, I bought 10 yuan of yellow paper, which was my snack money for several days. After buying, I hid the yellow paper in the back door of my house.

Around 10:00 p.m., I snuck out the back door, went to that intersection and burned it.

As a result, I didn't have the dream again.

Many days later, I overheard from the village women that a man had been killed on that road.

I heard a surprise. They said the man had been dead for some time. He was a stranger, not a local.

No wonder he keeps saying he can't find a home.

Later, every time I thought about it, I was glad that he only wanted my money, not my life.

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